Page 69 of The Heir

He pushes another finger in to join the first causing me to snap my knees shut around his head. But because his arm is stretched up mybody only my left leg curves tight against him, affording him some wiggle room. My heart skips a beat as I lick my lips, forgetting just how thick his fingers are.

“Oh please, oh please, oh please,” I beg, beginning to rock my hips side to side. I tense and squeeze harder, feeling a sudden rush of cum slick over his fingers and out of me, wetting the bed beneath my ass.“I need you to f-fuck me!”I gasp, throwing my head back. “King, fuck me! I need you to-“

I bite back a whimper as his fingers pluck my sensitive nipple, and I fight a rush of dizziness as I’m being tossed headfirst into my third orgasm. I think this one might kill me.

Desperate, I snatch at his hand and his hair, trying to pull him off.

“You sound so pretty.” His deep voice praising me makes me feel weak and powerful all at the same time. I come again at the sound of his rough tenor vibrating against my pussy. “Begging for your King to fuck you like a good girl.”

I’m drunk on endorphins running through me and I begin to thrash, my body too sensitive and strung out. “Ohhhh,oh no!”I jackknife up at the next orgasm, this one making me squirt and taking me completely by surprise as that’s never happened before.

It’s a lot, and I’m torn between feeling like I'm being suffocated by pleasure, and also dying of embarrassment because King is still down there, working me through it. I’m trying to squeeze my legs together to stem it when I fall back on the bed panting, covered in a mist of sweat, completely spent.

King unlatches me from the wicked hold of his lips and then crawls up my body, divesting himself of his shirt and pants. He catches my eye before bending down to instead latch himself onto a sensitive nipple and nips rather hard before sucking the sting away.

I stiffen at his manipulation of my nipple and the warm, fragrant smell of my pussy that suddenly invades my nose. His chin is wet with my juices where it rubs against my breast. My scent is all over him and it drives my desire to even greater heights.

He bites down again before licking the sting away and I’m lost, moaning a long drawn out pleading for mercy. For him to put me out of this sexual misery he’s so thoroughly embroiled me in. My hands come up to grip his ass tightly, needing to feel him against my palms.

“Oh,” he mocks me, “Oh, oh, ohhhh how you whimper, moan, and plead for me.” He pulls away from my nipple and pins me with a glare. “None of that fucking matters because I don’t care how much you beg, how much you cry, how hard you shudder, how deep you dig your nails into my ass, I’m not a nice man in the bedroom and I will not give you any mercy, do you understand?”

I whimper.

"Say it."

“Y-yes, King,yes.”

“Now, I want you to reach down and spread your pussy for me." His eyes meet mine with a hard look as I shake my head no silently."Yes.Spread it open so I can get in there the way I need to.”

I begin to pant heaving breaths.

The memory of him spreading me apart with his dick hits me full force and I’m filled with nervousness, anxious at him entering me again. King growls, and the fierceness of the sound makes my eyes go wide, causing me to tremble in earnest when he puts his lips to my ear.

“That nasty attitude is about to be met with some even nastier fucking. I’m getting ready to exorcise that demon inside of you, baby, and I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not stopping until you give me what I want.” I let out a shocked gasp when his hand suddenlywraps around my neck, flexing around my throat, letting me know he’s serious.

Moaning miserably, I'm suffering as the burn in my pussy flares hotter, and the banging in my heart ramps up. It’s when I know I’m truly in trouble. He’s found the on switch to my body.

It’s when I also realize, my new husband has the upper hand. I clench hard, liking it.

“Ready to go to church, baby?”

I nod, silently.

“Good girl. Now reach down, and spread your pussy for me.”

“Yes sir.”

My hands slick down my body obediently, my sweat making the glide easier. And as I touch myself for him, I can feel I'm gone.

Just not in the way I thought I'd be.

Chapter fifteen

The Sound of Silence

Ihate to say this but I beat the shit out of Xavier because it kept me from putting my hands onher. And it doubled as a warning to the rest of my staff that they better not even think about fucking with me, or double crossing me. So far my staff have been employed by me while I was a bachelor, and have never seen this house run with a woman in it.

And despite how loyal my staff have been, it is never a guarantee that shit won't pop off under the right circumstances.

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